In The Hollow Of His Hand
“Alright. Don’t be long.” I said.
“We won’t be. Bye” They replied in unison.
“Bye.” I responded and hung up.
Dinner and dessert went well. After clearing the table, Chelsea, Chad and I went upstairs in a bid to give Pop and Bella some privacy.We got to talk about they loved and what they would love to be amongst many other things.
When it was their bedtime, I tucked them in bed, we said a word of prayer and I read bedtime stories to them. After successfully accomplishing the task of getting them to sleep, I quietly slipped away cos I needed a cup of tea since I had been talking. I observed Pop was still in the sofa and the television set was still on. I made to switch it off when he turned…
“Still up?” he asked.
“Yes Pop. I had to read them bedtime stories.” I answered.
“Alright.” He said.
“What about you, Pop? Why are you still up?” I asked.
“I was hoping you would come downstairs cos I need to talk to you.” He answered.
“What is it about Pop? Are you okay?” I asked.
“I am, Pumpkin. Sit beside me.” He requested.
In the Hollow of His Hand continues…
Wow…this really got to me… thanks for such an amazing write up… Overwhelmed
Thank you Chris. I am ecstatic that you feel this way. I appreciate this feedback.